What A Day

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November 15th, 2006

Alternate Historian's Note: November is NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. In 2004, we produced our novel Warp, and last year we got a start on The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion during this annual event. Both of these novels were based on timelines from TIAH – Warp was based on the Mlosh timeline, and Protocols on the Greater Zionist Resistance timeline. Although we posted numerous links to these novels on Lulu, TIAH didn't post any excerpts from them. We're going to do it a little differently this year. This year, the November posts on TIAH will be excerpts from the novel that is being written by us for NaNoWriMo. We will still have Guest Historian entries – Stephen Payne (who has compiled several and made them available on Lulu for free – just go through the Add to Cart system to get it) has some already written and waiting – so, if you want to make a Guest Post this month, go ahead and send it to us, and it will appear along with our novel post.

in 1872, on board the Mary Celeste, Sarah Briggs reads from "The Book of Watchers": And Azâzêl taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all coloring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1946, at the Nuremberg Trials Wing Commander Guy Penrose Gibson VC DSO and bar DFC and bar RAF is found guilty as charged of the destruction of the Moehne and Eder Dams on May 16, 1943 with the "bouncing bomb". Inventor of the bomb Barnes Wallace asked - "Would a man like Gibson ever have adjusted back to peacetime life? One can imagine it would have been a somewhat empty existence after all he had been through. Facing death had become his drug." Co-defendant "Bomber" Harris described him as "As great a warrior as this island ever produced". Use of the past tense in the statement was appropriate as it was made after the island had been occupied by the Nazis of course. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 2125, the conservative members in the Peace and Reconciliation Committee of the Reconstructed United Nations led by Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani are getting seriously worried. Anger in post-jihad society is after all being slowly released due to a number of high profile confessions by European criminals, and Rafsanjani anticipates that a rainbow coalition in the UN embracing the infidels is now a distinct possibility. To achieve the breakthrough that he believes history demands, the pressure builds for the showcase trial of Arab nationalist Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majidida al-Tikriti versus the redneck George Walker Bush. Using Bush's contemporary language, Rafsanjani believes they need to “bring it on”. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

Before(cont.)
The ambulance finally arrived at the Johnson's place, and Steph went out to greet the paramedics. The two young men looked exhausted; they moved like robots. “The Johnson's are right in here,” she said, leading them into the room where the elderly pair lay on the floor.
They were hardly even fazed by the grisly scene. “How long has it been?”
“Mrs. Johnson... she shot herself about two hours ago,” Steph choked out. One of the paramedics still had enough feeling to place his hand on her shoulder in comfort. “From what she was saying, Mr. Johnson, he... he killed himself sometime after he heard about the president.”
The paramedic by Steph nodded and took his hand away. He knelt down by Mr. Johnson and examined the body. “Rigor's starting to set in. Must have been as soon as they made the announcement.” He straightened up and looked at his partner. “Go call in morgue pickup.” He turned to Steph and asked, “You wouldn't happen to know their Social Security numbers, would you? Or where they keep some ID?”
Steph shook her head, but pointed at the front hallway. “I think that Mrs. Johnson's purse is on that table by the front door.”
He said, “OK,” and walked over to the table. Sure enough, there was a purse there, and he opened it and found a wallet with Mrs. Johnson's driver's license and Social Security card. “Know if they have any kids or other family nearby?”
“They retired here from Dallas,” Steph said. “Gettin' away from the big city, you know?”
The paramedic nodded. He looked at the pictures on the walls, the history of the Johnson family over the decades, and Steph thought that she saw his eyes grow slightly moist. Then, he recovered himself and told her, “We'll be able to track down the next of kin through their SSN. We can't take the bodies with us right now; somebody from morgue detail will be here later to collect them.”
Steph nodded. She was crying freely. “I guess it's been a hard day for you guys.”
The young man lowered his head and looked at the front door. “You have no idea.”
His partner came back from the ambulance, saying, “I put the call in. We've got a heart attack about 4 miles away.” He then went back to their ride and started it up.
The paramedic looked over at Steph. “Are you all right, ma'am?”
She shook her head. “What a day.”
He nodded, laughing slightly. “Yep.”
She patted him on the shoulder and said, “You take care, now.”
“You, too.” He turned and left, and Steph followed him. The ambulance blazed off down the road, lights flashing, rushing to be too late to the next emergency.

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